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[redplainsrider]

[The comm video turns on. It's her first time post on the network and she ain't pleased, a good face to say howdy to a network of strangers. She's still dressed as a high plains drifter, hat and all, but one thing off about the get up is she has a name tag pinned to her duster coat with a name so long it's almost hard to read, but it says "TheRedPlainsRider". It was a real fight to get all of that on there. The name tag has the roomba logo on it.]

So. Can y'all tell me what sorts'a jobs ya got? Do they fit what ya got the life skills fer or . . . did the government just throw everything you ever learned out the window and give ya a job the two bit drunk from the saloon could do? 'Cause I really need ta know how offended I should be right now.

Any of ya brain surgeons or bridge engineers that'd like to trade with me and be a robot vaccuum cleaner "quality" inspector? Seein' as trainin' and skills ain't a thing folks 'round here seem to be worried 'bout, might as well grab any ol' job I can.

[Beat]

My job is stupid and I'm a bit sour, is what I'm sayin'.

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[restingstitchface]

[That southern drawl rings a few bad memories.]

You seem to attach great importance to your profession.

Is this because you need excitement? Do you need a word or symbol to hide behind? Do you enjoy success? The obligation of duty? Or do you just like helping people?

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[redplainsrider]

My, ain't you full of questions. Answer 'em quick fer ya here:
Reckon. Reckon not. Reckon maybe. Reckon. Reckon.

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[abduxel]

I was assigned to mop floors in a Cathedral, which, if they'd read my file, they'd see was a completely ridiculous choice.

So, it isn't just you.

[redplainsrider]

Almost jealous.

What're you more situated fer then, iff'n you don't mind me askin'.

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[airshow]

I don't know how they pick 'em. They made me a security guard at a park, which so far involves a whole lotta not much, and not nearly enough bossing unruly teenagers around. No job satisfaction.

What would you rather be doing?

[redplainsrider]

Security guard at a park? What's wrong with this place you'd need someone guardin' somethin' like that?

Rather be doin' what I did back home. Bustin' bad guys and droppin' 'em off on the marshal's doorstep.

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[thebestseller]

Well, I got a job as a writer, but... back home I write mystery novels and here they have me editing a men's health magazine. So it seems like they just saw "writer" and went "eh, close enough".

[redplainsrider]

[She is visibly taken aback when he pops up into her view and talks. But then she squints at him, suspicious. He looked and sounded like someone super familiar from back home but, nah, couldn't be...]

[Ahem.] Yes, well, that's still close enough, ain't it. Can assure ya mine ain't nothing near close enough.

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[hypnotherapy]

I would say my specialty is more with programming, but they gave me a job as a groundskeeper.

It's peaceful, but it's not exactly what I would have preferred. Still, a job is a job.

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[redplainsrider]

Hmph. Ain't never needed a job fer the sake of havin' a job, got by fine without steady income on my own, so this ain't no comfort. You ever get an explanation fer 'em doin' that to ya?

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[tadeadshi]

The job I was given is a little lower in the skill ladder than what I was doing back home. I don't mind it too much though, I can still do my own stuff on the side.

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[redplainsrider]

Yeah? And what's the difference in jobs fer you?

[slightlyoffchilt]

You know what they say -- one can't live in a vacuum.

[Was that a JOKE?? He'll keep his day job.]

[redplainsrider]

[She just line faces at him.
For a good few seconds.
Just line facing.]

O-kay.

[half a second more of linefacing to get the point across.]

Is that what passes fer humor 'round here?

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[equinamity]

I thought at first they chose positions with respect to our various skill sets, but the longer I do what I've been assigned the less I believe that.

[Riza shrugs. She's a patrol officer, after all--and as she said upon arrival, she did patrol early in her career as punishment.]

That being said, it's possible to change positions. I know some people have.

[redplainsrider]

And what were ya back home compared to here? So far seems like ain't no one's had the same offense as me.

That's a comfort ta hear, but I ain't so sure how to do that yet.

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[hands4healing]

[Winry cocks her head at the question. There is a drafting table with various sketches laid out on it, as well as a tablet and a laptop computer.]

I started out working as an apprentice mechanic for the local automobiles. Now I work for StarkTech.

...Part time. I'm still a student.

[Is there a hint of amusement at the word 'student'? Well, yes, we'll go with that.]

[redplainsrider]

Ain't got no idea what StarkTech is, miss.

[daintylegs]

I'm an electronic equipment repairman!

I started out with having absolutely no idea what to do! Now I only sort of know what to do, but no one's died so I think I'm doing a good job so far.

[redplainsrider]

[She is unsure how to handle such unexpected enthusiasm. She answers with a nervous half-grin.]

I gotta say, havin' no one die on any job is a good job so far.

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[ktfod]

Then get a new one.

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[redplainsrider]

Grand idea ya got there, fella. Let me just head on down to the general job store and pick me up one.

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[aggressiveapathy]

Is your first name 'The'?

[redplainsrider]

[Pause to seriously think about it.]

Reckon my first name is just "The Red Plains Rider".

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[quantifies]

[It has been a long morning filled with the controlling of many animals. The semi-incontinent Weimaraner that apparently became lost from its owner before making its way to the outdoor play area of a local preschool is under an incredible amount of onus.

Yet Croach's day improves immediately when he hears a familiar voice on his comm and sees a familiar face. She is the most welcome imPort to arrive in this place and time.]

The Red Plains Rider! You have arrived here!

[redplainsrider]

[She immediately brightens, a stark difference to all the other interactions she's had so far on her post.]

Croach! They never told me you were here! Bagropa, this is the second happiest I've been to see ya, Croach!

[cuff]

A robot vaccuum? [ geez, this is literally the jetsons. ] Couldn't they make, uh- other robots do the inspecting?

[redplainsrider]

Hm, good point. Would probably be less embarrassin' fer the li'l robot to have another robot inspectin' it.

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[zodbob]

[Vacuum cleaner inspector? That sounds...ridiculous really. He'll keep to text on his part though, not comfortable showing his face on public networks.]

I would trade with you, but my job is listed as a "soda jerk."
I'm not completely sure what it entails, but I doubt it's much more satisfying than an inspector for vacuums.
I highly doubt these jobs are handed out on skill-level unfortunately.

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[redplainsrider]

Soda jerk? I would rather do that to be honest. Ya get a fancy paper hat and make milkshakes for the young'uns. [Small chuckle.]

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[112ounces]

I was given a job as a magazine distributor. I know for a fact that they seen my file and be like "wow, we really don't know what to do with you."

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[redplainsrider]

Why's that? Ain't got no job experience?

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[villainously]

( mostly because he sucks with technology and hasn't mastered video yet )

I only vaguely know what that job entails ( read: he has no idea what a robot, or vacuum cleaner, are ) but it could be a great deal worse.

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[redplainsrider]

Sure, and there's starvin' kids in Saturn, but that ain't the point.

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[paintjobs]

You know, I hardly even remember what job I'd been assigned when I arrived. [ yes he does. it was awful and undignified and they gave him a shitty car to drive. ] There's no one making you inspect those robot vacuums.

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[redplainsrider]

Reckon so, but I ain't got nothin' else right now. Gotta figure out my options, as it were. Doesn't mean I ain't allowed a li'l offense.

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[fuzzyelf]

I don't think they took anything I can do into consideration at all when they assigned me to my job.

But it does sound better than yours.

[redplainsrider]

Go on then, I'm curious.

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[funkindofwicked]

It's their idea of a joke. Ignore everything you're good at and give you something ironic. I said the same thing when they dumped my dead end job on me.

[redplainsrider]

That is the only answer I've hear so far that makes a lick'a sense. So, what job they saddle you up with?

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[cleveland]

I, uh, got just about the same job I had back home. [ For the most part. So what if the job was only a cover for his real job. ] I didn't realize they gave people jobs that were so ridiculous.

I guess you can always... check the want ads?

[redplainsrider]

Glad to hear the government was kind to some'a the folks they rustled. 'Least they could'a done.

Don't think the want ads 'round these parts have what I do. Ain't gonna be Roomba inspectin' fer long, though, reckon. [Small smirk.]

[capriciousrevolt]

Perhaps your idea of your capabilities is too high, miss. Besides, it could be worse-- instead, it could be you doing the robot's job.

[redplainsrider]

[Lineface.]
My idea of my capabilities're right where they oughtta be, person designated my roommate. [Making a great impression here.]

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[hubris]

I'm paramilitary. They gave me professional matchmaker guru.

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[redplainsrider]

Huh, that's . . . was that a hobby back home you did on leave or somethin'?

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[princessia]

[ Audio on her end, because she's not comfortable with using video yet. ]

My job is a part-time kitten caretaker. I've never had a job or taken care of cats before... [ A second voice pipes up. It sounds more boyish and much more lively compared to Elize: ] We're not complaining though!

I hope you can get a better job.

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[redplainsrider]

[The voice sounds familiar, and it clicks pretty soon.] Yer the girl who's, uh, bunkin' with me, ain't ya... Reckon that's the perfect sorta job fer someone like you.